She leaned against the door propping it open with her cheek as she watched the horizon Late sunlight angled low golden essence through every blade of grass making spears of shadow repeated a hundred times At this time of day a simple peace descended on her
The Light
The Light
The Light
She leaned against the door propping it open with her cheek as she watched the horizon Late sunlight angled low golden essence through every blade of grass making spears of shadow repeated a hundred times At this time of day a simple peace descended on her